Saturday, 27 November 2010

Seriously, who the hell gets on an 11hr flight smelling like a mix of sweaty socks and highly concentrate urine?

The guy sitting in seat 55H, that's who.

I'm 55K, aka the poor sod sitting next to this aromatic wonder.

(I don't know what happened to columns I and J, this plane just decided not to have them.)

Now I don't know if any of you have noticed, but it's almost impossible to spread a fart in a jumbo jet. One of the few places in the world where this is the case. The air conditioning is just too damn powerful.

Saturday, 20 November 2010

There was a moment where I looked around the room and saw that we really had become doctors, traders, fathers... I thought, "Whoa... we're ~grown ups~" (O_o)

Then the DJ started playing a set full of what can affectionately be known as the Monday Night Hippodrome Classics, we all started doing what we do... and I thought, "Heh... nothing has changed then." =)

Thursday, 18 November 2010

The story was so dense that I never made it past the first 100pages. The anime, itself a phenomenal and complex piece of work, barely scratches on the level of detail that the author imbues into every aspect of his story. He has the whole political structure of his fictional future planned out, every little anecdote his characters use have their own footnotes explaining the backstory... behind the anecdotes! He even puts in notes of scenes that were intended, but never drawn because, "it was too much of a hassle".

Nine years on and with an inadvertent better understanding of the Japanese mentality, I find this book once more and for the first time I make it past 100pages.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

While it's always exciting to get new toys - there's something to be said about the anticipation before the big reveal, so I deliberately took my time in opening the (surprisingly small) box.

Lifting out the magic slab first, I set it to one side. There would be plenty of time to handle that piece of equipment later...

I then carefully took out the various bits of paper, flicked through them, and threw them back into the box, never to be opened again.

Instead of ripping through the accessories like a kid on the Eve of Christmas, I took out a pair of scissors and neatly, gently, delicately, sliced out the little bags holding:- The headphones, which I'll never use.- The earbuds, which I dutifully lopped on the headphones that I'll never use.- The usb cable, which went promptly into my backpack.- The comically fancy usb charger, which I'll probably occasionally use.

Only after I'd packed all the unnecessary paraphernalia back into the box and set it to one side did I pick up the phone again.